I am new to this forum so please forgive me if I transgress the rules.
To begin at the beginning I am the product of a fairly dysfunctional family. My father was an alcoholic with a violent temper who beat my mother almost nightly. Fortunately they were divorced when my sister and I were very young. We were left with our grandparents who tried their best but by the time I was a teenager I fairly much did what I wanted.
School was a nightmare. I was bullied, being very small so I stopped trying to learn and concentrated on making people laugh. Of course I left with no qualifications and drifted from one dead end job to another. Finally I was taken on as an apprentice motor mechanic and it was then that my problems really started.
I had always lacked self-confidence but this was intensified by having to make diagnoses of the problems with peoples cars. I would be paralysed with indisision and terrified of making a mistake, with the consequence that I made many. Another factor was debilitating headaches which I put down at the time to breathing in exhaust fumes. In the end I was sacked and eventually got a job in a parts department.
Stress now ruled my life and I started drinking heavily. This took a toll on my health and I gained 3 stone in as many months. I had my first mental health crisis and walked away from the job. There followed 15 years of unemployment interspersed with pointless government training courses.
Finally someone mentioned that I may be suffering from depression and anxiety so I went to seek medical help. There followed 7 years of trying to find suitable treatment all to no avail. The worse part was when I entered a day hospital for twelve weeks intensive therapy. Everything was done in groups which I hated. I do not thrive in a group environment and just told them what they wanted to hear.
I did manage to get a job caring for adults with learning difficulties and for the first time in my life I thought I was happy.
In the end,however the black dog of depression caught up with me again and everything seemed pointless. I found myself resenting the people I looked after and had to take time off work. I never told my employers my problems so it was no surprise when they dispensed with my services. Fortunately I was able to claim incapacity benefit and that is where I am now.
I have the emotional depth of a slug and find it impossible to see my way out of this. I feel guilty for not caring about my family. They are just like a group of strangers to me. I am starting to get suicidal thoughts again. Please do not advise me to see my doctor. I have had all the talking therapies on offer locally. God bless you all and sorry to be a nuicance
